Page 148 of Reluctantly You

More. I want more.

“Strip,” he says so lowly that I need to read his lips to understand him. I do as he says, peeling my clothes from my body while he does the same. We step completely naked under the warm spray of the shower, Gideon setting down a bar of soap, shampoo, and some lube.

Oh fuck. Lube.

I want him to fuck me. It’s been so long.

He pushes up behind me and his warm chest hits my back.

“I missed you so fucking much, Mitchell.”

I sigh and lean my head back against his shoulder, letting his hands slide up my abdomen, plucking gently at my nipples.

“I fucking missed you,” he whispers again, his words meant only for me. “Don’t ever leave me again.”

I swallow and let my eyes close as he continues to massage soap into my skin, sagging against his strong body, letting him hold me up. Fuck, I need him.

I’ve always needed him.

I’m finally ready to begin admitting this to myself. I’m fucking ready.

My hand moves up around the back of his neck and I feel his lips brush against my neck, a slow crawl toward my lips. My head turns and our mouths meet in a tangle of tongues.

It’s sloppy and slow. I never want it to stop.

“Do you want me?” he asks, and I nod, my fingers tightening as I curl my fist.

His kisses grow more fierce, no longer lazy and slow, but punishing and desperate, as if he’s waited as long as I have for this moment.

And then suddenly, his hands push me forward, my palms landing on the tile before me. My ass arches out, and I feel two fingers gently press inside me. I gasp at the intrusion, my chin hitting my chest as I push back, needing more, needing to be filled, to be complete.

This is what I’ve been missing.

Him. I’ve been missing him.

His fingers scissor me open, spreading me, prepping me for him. A moment later, they disappear only to be replaced by his cock. He pushes in slowly, inch by inch until I’m impaled on him. He pulls me into him, back to chest, his hand on my throat as he fucks into me.

“You’re mine, Mitchell. Mine. Say it.Say it.”

I gasp as he pegs my prostate, my cock hard and leaking as the steam swirls around me.

“Yours.” It’s all I can say, my entire body alight with sensation. He’s pounding into me, claiming me from the inside out.

When we come, we do it together, my release coating the shower in front of me and his cum marking my insides.

When he pulls out, I feel him touch my tender hole.

“So perfect.”

“I’m broken,” I murmur, feeling the fractured parts of me slice at my skin.

He shakes his head and forces me to look at him.

“No. Perfect.”

I shake my head and feel my eyes sting. “I’m not…whole, Gideon. I’m not whole.”

“You’re perfect. Just the way you are.”

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